Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Chapter 413 Miss Wu - Death of Yang Yunqi

I will not go into detail about how Mr. Zhang and the Second Mistress educated Zhang Shouyi, and how the Second Mistress thanked Zhou Leng and his wife.

You know, there is no impenetrable wall in this world! No matter how careful Zhang Shouyi was, his secret smuggling route was eventually discovered by Yang Yunqi.

On an ordinary day, a group of people in black Mao suits broke into the freight company. They moved quickly and quietly, and they were obviously well-trained agents.

The entire freight company fell into silence. The employees looked at the ill-intentioned people in horror. At this time, Yang Yunqi was leading his men straight towards Zhang Shouyi's office.

The office door was violently kicked open. Before Zhang Shouyi could react, several gun muzzles were pointed at his head.

Zhang Shouyi said calmly: "Captain Yang, what's the matter that has caused you to make such a fuss? I will go with you, but you will have to bear the consequences yourself."

Yang Yunqi said disdainfully: "We have dealt with each other several times. What are the consequences of arresting you? Tell me, what are the consequences of arresting you, a smuggler who colluded with the Communists?"

Zhang Shouyi smiled faintly and said nothing.

Zhang Shouyi was not unfamiliar with the prison cell, but this time the cell seemed to be of a higher level. Not far away were various creepy torture instruments, and the dried dark red bloodstains showed the tragedy that had once happened.

"Shouyi, for the sake of your fourth sister-in-law, I will give you one chance. If you confess voluntarily, I will let you suffer less."

Zhang Shouyi's originally calm face turned gloomy, like the heavy and oppressive dark clouds before a storm. His eyes were like two extremely sharp swords, staring at Yang Yunqi in front of him, filled with endless murderous intent, which was chilling.

"Haven't you heard the saying, 'To destroy someone's wealth is like killing their parents?' I asked for money but you didn't even let me go. You don't even know how many people you've offended."

"You want to make money? I'm afraid it's not that simple. Where did you sell your goods?"

Zhang Shouyi smiled sarcastically and said nothing more.

Yang Yunqi asked a lot of questions alone, but Zhang Shouyi didn't say a word.

"You really don't want to drink the wine, so I have no choice but to punish you."

As the red-hot iron gradually approached the body, a creepy feeling of heat suddenly came over him, as if it was going to burn the soul to ashes. Zhang Shouyi did not look at the cruel eyes of the man, he just stared at the door, his eyes were indifferent but determined.

A sharp and rapid knock on the door suddenly sounded, like a flash of lightning that broke through the bloody atmosphere in the room. This sudden sound shocked everyone present and they all turned their attention to the closed door.

Zhang Shouyi thought to himself that he would not have to endure the torture today.

Two days later, Zhang Shouyi was released from prison, and the freight company was not affected at all.

Everything is driven by interests and protection. The upper echelons don't care whether the materials are sold to the Communist Party or the National Army, or whether the medicines reach the pharmacy or the hands of frontline soldiers. As long as there are gold bars and dollars, everything will be easy.

Yang Yunqi stood blankly in the simple office, his heart filled with deep despair. Once, he was full of passion and firmly believed that what he did was to save the country and revive the country in the future. However, now reality has ruthlessly shattered his fantasy, and he can no longer see the future on the road he is taking.

The situation on the front line was no longer a total defeat like it was at the beginning. He could not suppress the surging emotions in his heart. He got up and left the place where he had worked for several years. He was not from a professional background, so he signed up for the special training team. When he started basic training, he worked extra hard. There was always a fire in his heart. With the help of this group, he went from the special training team to the special agent team, and from the special agent team to Captain Yang. How many patriots died tragically in his hands, but he still firmly believed that these bloods were watering the fire in his heart. But now Zhang Shouyi's peaceful departure made him feel confused.

Before he knew it, Yang Yunqi had arrived at the magazine office. Someone at the door recognized him and greeted him politely, "Hey, Captain Yang, what brings you here? The editor-in-chief is upstairs. Shall I take you there?"

"Need not."

Yang Yunqi arrived at the office with ease. He urgently needed an answer, so he pushed the door open and walked in.

Zhou Leng frowned slightly. She looked at Yang Yunqi with a dejected face and was confused.

Yang Yunqi didn't even bother to sit down. He just looked at that person persistently, the person who had never changed in his heart because of the changes in the world, and said, "Xiao Min, do you think I'm on the wrong path?"

Zhou Leng couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart. Humans are really complicated creatures! Take the man in front of him for example, who can really see through him? In Wu Chenmin's eyes, he is an out-and-out scumbag, irresponsible. But now he seems to be a passionate young man who is full of desire to save the country. Unfortunately, he has embarked on a wrong path and walked into the fiery purgatory on the blood of patriots.

These two images seem to contradict each other, but in fact they are not completely incompatible with each other in the same person. Everyone has his or her own unknown side. Thinking of this, Zhou Leng did not say anything perfunctorily.

A newspaper was picked up from Zhou Leng's side, and the woman said softly, "Have you seen this? This newspaper is thrown all over the street. You should check who put it there now."

Yang Yunqi took the newspaper, read it twice, then took two steps back and sat on the ground. The glaring eight words made his hands tremble: "The Battle of Changsha, the Japanese Army was Defeated". He couldn't even read the rest of the content. He knew deep in his heart that he was wrong, but he still wanted an answer.

His eyes were bloodshot, and Yang Yunqi looked like a demon crawling out of hell. His face was grim, but his tone was gentle and calm as he asked again: "Xiao Min, am I really wrong?"

"It is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them. If it wasn't you, there would be someone else."

Yang Yunqi didn't know how he left the magazine. Zhou Leng's four sentences kept echoing in his mind. But, even if there were others, it had to be me! He walked slowly on the street in a trance until the sun set and night fell.

Suddenly, it seemed as if faces were echoing before his eyes, those faces were covered with pain and blood and bruises, but their mouths were wide open, and sarcastic laughter and relieved laughter eroded his eardrums and mind.

The voices of men and women echoed in my mind:

"You are wrong. You are a sinner."

"Your hands are stained with the blood of your own people, but you kneel down and surrender to the devils. You don't deserve to live."

......

Amid the confused and horrified gazes of the crowd, Yang Yunqi pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger. His body fell to the ground, his eyes were unfocused, and a tear fell to the ground, which was absorbed by the soil, dried by the breeze, and forgotten by time.